Long Lucks Poems

Ballaraat’s known for its bounty of gold,
and the days of Eureka Stockade,
plus winning horses, on racing courses,
where flanks of the horses are flayed.

And the offer of prize is a bountiful one,
for a winner that’s greeting...

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'The Journey'

Sight.
Sound.
Smell.
Taste.

The trains,
the tracks,
the rush, the haste.

The sweeties and toffees,
newspapers and coffees,

Cases and bags, e-cigs and fags,
pasty and tanned, iphone in hand,

The people who come and the people who go
and the Taxis that wait, as...

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Life, 
Filled with complexities & complications 
Wider than the broadest imagination 
Narrower than the thinnest reality 
Sweet-sour 
Beautiful-"ugly" 
Tall-short 
Poor-rich 
Slim-fat 
Bitter-sweet........................ 
The unimaginable, unpredictable & unexpected are all in it 

Sometimes imagined & taught...

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God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of...

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Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come...

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Poet,anjali denandi,mom
…………………………………………..

My successs





i do not know many words.
i did not win many awards.
yet, i am a poet;
i create and create.........
yes, i donate and donate.........
i never earn.
oh ! don't think it, fun !
yes, i have many...

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Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote...

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Valentines Day always found me quiver and bowed over

Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail...

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Great  are the follies of  haughty   man   through  the  times ,
Imposing  his  will   on  fellows,  changing  the climes,
Playing   god   for   some   silver  , acceding  to   greed. 

Always   striving ...

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Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst
loud squawking out quacking

establishing pecking order like...

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Smooth as ebony silk, black aquatic waves the melting
Essence of liquid evil, stirring this lake placid of our
Eternal nightmares, deadened space in the fathoms
Deep, beneath the dreaming realm for which we sleep.
Translucent tears, left dripping...

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Parisian Passion
Tilly came to the place made for romance
Paris the capital city of France 
The place where sentimental dreams are made
This was her most spine-tingling escapade.

Bustling city, a busy buzzing place
Yet everyone had a smile...

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But now we can communicate.
I am not sure what cause this sort of block.
Under normal circumstances I suppose it's human.
To access so much of ourselves mentally.
Yet physically remain mute.
An attempt to be funny. Charismatic.
To yearn...

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Through the erotic alleyways
of dim set lamppost light,
smoky the figure struts on by
to catch the last bus of the night.
It's gone past eleven,
and it's down grim lucks drive,
but she'd've danced till dawn
swimming in any old...

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Throughout the years, I write and write
Didn't give much care whether wrong or right
For in my heart, all I really want is to share and inspire
I want this, so I find a way then try...

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Sight.
Sound.
Smell.
Taste.
The trains.
The tracks.
The rush, the haste.
The sweeties and toffees,
Newspapers and coffees,
Cases and bags, e-cigs and fags,
Pasty and tanned, iphone in hand,
The people who come and the people who go
And the Taxis that wait, as you...

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What
have
I done
by
walking
into
the
den
of lions
blindfolded
their
ignorant
words
of hatred
now
sicken me
and
my
brow is furrowed
as
I
finally understand
the
game
of it all
and
I know
that I am partially
to blame

These
menacingly mean
thoughts
entered
into my mind
and
i feel sickened
with
my own
self anguish
I
know
the
fire
was
hot
before I got burned
and
I
struck
the
match
setting a fire
to
those
who stood in my way
and
I
am
ashamed
Why
do
we
willingly follow such idiotic ideals
And
I
confused
good...

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The walls crash in on you 
Nobody cares
Your friends try to do something 
You won’t let them share
You just want it to end and be over 
Your lucks running out 
People try to help but...

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what is n alto
said the unknowing soprano
to the unsurpecting tentor
who are the Alto's
whats a Bass
does it have a face
do Basses smile
and stay round a while
who are the sopranos do they polay pianos
do they speak to...

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I heard many times before
When sad, mothers become trees
They become clouds, 
when there is more sorrow
And a rosary,
when they are more sorry



I knew a long time ago, 
The Annas and Paisas
That the grand mother carried...

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128 Words Poem

Ice Crystal Chimes

Staggered shapes of ice crystal chimes dripped pools on the concrete floor,
Cut of pink stones floating as castles in the air,
Drive on torrid wind, no stopping here, pour beneath the sea...

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The fallen, their souls tarnished stare aimlessly skyward.
With sullen eyes, they count the times lucks gone awry.
What will others think, of one who has been such a fool?
Is there a place, he could go where...

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So, you want to play the game?
you do know the deck, is already stacked against you?
but you try anyway, you put your first dollar down.
before the dollar even hits the table, you've lost.
Play again sir?
you've...

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My heart is on an island
Half a continent away. 
It’s not a hot and sunny isle
With palm trees all asway.
The trees are oaks and maples,
The winters cold and raw
The waves pound on the beaches, 
And...

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Amid taxing toils and ever ebbing throes, 
We totter toward the end that must come; 
Yielding all stale themes of yester-breath, 
Our face as meek as that of a dying lamb. 

Such ill-fated Odyssey kicks...

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